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spiralfun:

Ward moved through the subway
turnstile quickly, swiping his card swiftly, bumping the bar with his
hip to ensure that his suit didn’t get wrinkled.  It was a practiced
motion, and one he was not consciously aware of, as this had been his
morning commute for some years now.  In fact, he rarely payed
attention to anything he saw on his commute.  When he had first come
to the city, he had been happy and awed by it’s beauty, much better
than the podunk town he’d come from.  But ordinariness had dulled the
scenery, and now his head was too full of the business for the day to
stop and admire anything.  That, and he always rode the edge of being
late.  Hurrying along, he took the stairs to cross to the other
platform.  But in the tunnel something slipped through the haze and
he stopped.

The entire right hand wall of the
tunnel seemed to have been replaced with an ocean view, which had
jolted Ward from his reverie.  He realized that it was just a photo
covering the wall, but it looked amazingly real.  He wasn’t even sure
if it was a picture and not some 4K screen an advertiser had
installed.  He wasn’t sure what it was advertising, but whatever it
was, it made him really want to go to the beach.

Ward turned away from the image to
continue on when he noticed the opposite wall was also covered in
another image, this one of  the edge of a beach transitioning into a
rich an verdant forest, though something about the forest seemed off
to him.  The colors of some of the flowers were strange, and the way
the wind seemed to whisper through the trees was somehow off.  Ward
realized suddenly that he could hear the sounds of a forested beach,
and was even more amazed because there were no speakers that he could
see.  His mind tried to remind him that he was in a hurry to get
to… somewhere, but his curiosity want to figure this advertisement
out, see how it worked.  He just wanted to look at stare at the
pretty image to figure it out so he could relax and go to that beach.

Ward looked all around and realized
that even the ceiling and floor were covered in the image, though he
was sure that it hadn’t been that way before.  The ceiling was of a
beautiful blue sky crossed with the few forest branches that reached
out to the sea, while the floor just looked like a sandy beach.  His
bare feet told him it didn’t feel like sand, just a flat, hard floor,
but his eyes swore that it was a beach.  Something about his bare
feet started to bother him, and he tilted his head to the side.  He
was supposed to be naked, right?  He had been intending to go to the
beach, hadn’t he?  This is what you wore to the beach, wasn’t it?  He
was sure that was wrong, there was something that he needed to wear,
but for the life of him he couldn’t think of what it was.

Ward snapped his fingers as he
remembered.  His laurel!  How could he have forgotten that?  He
reached up to the branches coming from the ceiling and pulled some
leafy fronds from them, which he expertly twisted into a laurel for
his head.  He didn’t remember ever learning how to do that, but it
seemed to come naturally.  He closed his eyes as he slid the wreath
onto his head, happy that he was finally properly dressed.  But when
he opened them, he realized something was still wrong.  The forest
that was his home stretched off correctly into the distance, but the
beach he stood on was not a beach, but felt like a flat, bare
surface.  Turning, he saw he was standing on some sort of platform,
the image of  the sea plastered along its wall.  The illusion was
marred however, but the immobility of the waves and the shadows of
himself, the trees, and the scaffolding being cast on it by the
morning sun.

Ward put his hand to the wall and
pushed.  It fell and showed him the real beautiful ocean.  He stepped
off the platform and ran to it, happy to have finally arrived.  He
had wanted to go to the beach with his saytr friends for some time
now, to play and sport and finally be made one of their number.  But
they had all said he wasn’t ready until this day.  He ran up and down
the beach with his human legs on more time as he waited for the
beings that would finally turn him into a perfect denizen of the
forest he loved…

spiralfun:

It was 1 PM when the lump of covers on
the couch finally moved.  Waking, Patrick took a slow breath and
smiled.  He had been staying on his buddy Gordon’s couch for a couple
of weeks now, and was having the time of his life.  Gordon had said
he could stay as long as he wanted, but had also said that if Patrick
didn’t find a job quickly, he’d do something to help, which Patrick
took as license to goof off for a few weeks.

Patrick threw the top of his
bedclothes back over the sofa ad sat up, propping his pillow so he
could easily say up while lying down.  He reached over and rolled
back open the bag of chips he hadn’t finished last night, eating a
few handfuls to satisfy his hunger, took a few gulps of water from
the bottle  by it, and then reached for the game controller and stack
of games Gordon kept by it.  When Gordon came home at 7, Patrick
would get up, exercise and do some few things to show Gordon he was
trying, at least while Gordon was watching, but for now Patrick would
just veg out on the couch and play games.  

On the top was a new game, a shooter
that Patrick didn’t recognize.  Gordon must have put it there last
night, Patrick reasoned.  Gordon was always buying obscure games, and
they usually were pretty fun, so Patrick slid the disc into the
system and started playing it.  The gameplay was pretty standard, and
so were the graphics and design, except for the weaponry.  While
everyone was just a human in fatigues the weird futuristic weaponry
threw light an color all over the field, and really looked
spectacular.  Patrick was even tempted to not skip cutscenes, but he
still did, wanting to push through the single player so he could get
to the multi.

As Patrick pushed through the game, it
rapidly began to get much harder.  The enemy weapons shots were
dazzling, flashing across the screen and made it hard for Patrick to
pay attention to where his character was.  He started getting hit
more often, and would have to duck behind cover to recover.  The
recovery animation was strange though.  Rather than blood spatter or
similar, the weapons instead covered his character with a strange
shifting red and blue pattern that he would have to wait to recede.
It was actually rather pretty, and Patrick would stare at it while he
waited.  The time it would take for the pattern to recede would take
longer and longer, but Patrick didn’t notice.  Watching the
beautiful, fascinating pattern was great.  It made him feel so happy
and relaxed.  Why should he care how long it took to go away.

Soon Patrick was deliberately getting
himself shot so as to make the pattern appear so he could watch it.
It was so fascinating and relaxing.  It made his brain so fuzzy and
happy.  He didn’t want it to go away.  Finally, he just stood the
character in the middle of the battlefield and let the weapons hit
him  repeatedly, covering the entire body with the pattern.  But he
didn’t get game over when that happened.  Instead, the pattern began
to bleed out from his character, slowly covering the whole screen.
That made Patrick so happy.  It meant he could just watch the pattern
and relax and stare and let his mind go.. completely… emptyyyyyy.

Patrick’s face slid into an
emotionless mask as his conscious brain shut down.  He stared at the
pattern as it taught him everything he needed to know about his new
life.  His fingers occasionally twitched at the controls, keeping the
game alive and the pattern playing across the screen until Gordon
came home at 7.

Gordon smiled as he saw the pattern.
The Master would be pleased.  As instructed, he’d waited a few weeks
before he’d left out the game that had enslaved him for Patrick to
find.  The Master had said he wanted to be sure that it would look
natural for Patrick to move in with Gordon, and so told him to wait.
If Patrick found a job and a new place quickly and left, fine.
Otherwise, he would join Gordon at his new job, serving the Master.
Now Patrick would.  “The Master wishes to see you, Patrick.  Go
wash up and get dressed in new clothes.  I will take you to him.”

Patrick dropped the controller and
stood, moving with robotic deliberation.  “I obey.” he said and
began to strip as he marched to the bathroom, getting ready to
present himself to his new master…

hypnothrill:

Collins was the last of the team over the barricades, and when he got there, the perimeter had already been secured, so he took a moment to lower his fatigues and let his thick cock flop out, before moving to assist with the deprogramming of the enemy agents. Through his SimGoggles, he could detect two of them–a younger male and an older male. 

Sullivan and Reyes had already secured SimGoggles on the older one; his body lay limp, head twitching as he received his deprogramming, allowing Sullivan and Reyes to strip off his enemy uniform. Hudson and Schwartz had pinned down the younger male, but he kept yelling in some foreign language, thrashing around so they couldn’t secure his SimGoggles. 

At least not until Collins came over, held the enemy agent’s head still, and slipped a pair of SimGoggles over his eyes. He looked up to see Schwartz stripping the enemy of his uniform short trousers and underpants, as Hudson placed his mouth in contact with the boy’s hardening penis. 

“Good teamwork!” Collins thought. The pleasure from the oral stimulation would ensure that the enemy’s deprogramming could proceed more quickly. Collins was relieved; soon, once the younger male completed his deprogramming, he would know how to speak English, and the team would have itself a valuable new member…

hypnothrill:

Hypno 1071

Glen had never really enjoyed his job until he became a drone. Now every pipe he fixed brought him so much pleasure that, as long as no unconverted were around, he’d pull out his hard dronecock and stroke it.

Like he was doing now at Police Chief Mooney’s house, fixing the Chief’s faucet, then inserting a special surprise into the pipes, one that would send the conversion nanites into all the water in the house. When he washed his hands, brushed his teeth, took a shower, Chief Mooney would be well on his way to becoming a loyal drone.

And once he was converted, then Glen expected to get a call from him, asking him to work on the plumbing at the police station. Glen grew even harder imagining it: a parade of dronecops coming out of the squad locker room, shooting off their dronecocks, eager to enforce a new law, a new order on the town…

hypnothrill:

When the water delivery man came back later in the week, he found Jack a changed man. He opened the back gate naked and smiling, as if unaware of his nudity, hauling the old water canister over his shoulder. Jack spoke to the delivery man in a halting, confused tone, “I…need more water? It’s…it’s…so GOOD…I want to…be good?….want to drink…MUST drink….must give in…give in…to the buzzing…quench the buzzing…in my head.”

Jack rubbed the base of his skull as he spoke. The delivery man had seen it all before–he knew the signs of Stage 2 conversation. He took off his sunglasses to reveal his own dilated, unfocused pupils, then spoke to Jack in a flat monotone: “Here are two more jugs of the liquid. You may drink one alone. You must share the other with male friends or colleagues. I will return on Wednesday to refill your supply and check your progress.”

Then he brusquely walked out the gate, leaving a dazed and naked Jack behind; he had to deliver reorders of “water” to the other houses in the neighborhood…

hypnothrill:

Dan’s teenage son Colin stood in the doorway. Like his father, he was completely naked. “That Master on your head feels good, doesn’t it dad?”

“Ohhh yeah, son, it…aahhh…feels fuckin awesome. I understand….everything now, son. Why you had to lie to me, why you had to hide the Master under my pillow.  You did good, son. I’m….aahhh…so happy we’re serving our Masters together.”

“Yeah, dad, it feels so fuckin hot! And I bet Uncle Phil and Sam and Mark will feel the same way once they meet their new Masters…”